I've always been the one with the camera.
Since I was a teenager, I’ve used photography to document my life and share it with loved ones. Looking at photos brings me joy and keeps memories alive, whether those photos are assembled into albums, displayed in my home, or shared online. I use photography to preserve the past for the future.
When I became a parent, this natural inclination went into overdrive. My children grew and changed so quickly that I felt compelled to document each fleeting moment. I couldn’t freeze time, but I could freeze a moment in a photograph.
I wanted those photos to be more than snapshots, so I studied photography. I took classes at the Rhode Island School of Design, and I continued to learn on my own, absorbing all the information I could. I photographed everything and everyone who allowed it.
As my photography improved, I discovered I could find beauty in the simple, everyday moments I’d been photographing for years. Suddenly, although my subject matter remained largely the same, my photographs told stories instead of merely freezing moments. I was hooked.
I brought my camera with me nearly everywhere and delighted in sharing my photos with friends. When they expressed gratitude for simple portraits of their families, I discovered that I enjoy documenting others’ stories as much as I do my own.
Real life is not matching outfits, stiff poses, and forced smiles. Years from now, I won't cherish those memories of my family. I'd rather have evidence of my children telling secrets, laughing together, or exploring their world.
Those are the kinds of photos I create.
My images show personalities and relationships. I want to see who people are and how they respond to each other. I'm always on the lookout for the moments between moments when people stop smiling at the camera and start smiling at each other.
That's where real life is found.